A MAY VISIT TO MOOSILAUKE 31 



consciously vacant. Blessed are they who want 

 something, for when they get it they will be 

 glad. 



The weather below had been warm and still, 

 a touch of real summer. So said the people at 

 the hotel ; and I knew it already ; for, as I came 

 through the cattle pasture, I saw below me a 

 new, strange-looking, brightly illuminated grove 

 of young birches. " Were those trees there this 

 morning?" I thought. A single day had cov- 

 ered them with sunny, yeUow-green leaves, tiU 

 the change was like a miracle. Indeed, it was a 

 miracle. May the spring never come when I shall 

 fail to feel it so. Then I looked back at the simi- 

 mit. Was it there, no farther away than that, 

 that so icy a wind had chased me about? — or 

 had I been in Greenland ? 



